The Crash
Letter one
It was 1966 and my friend Paul was driving to the studio on hid shiny new moped. He was extremely excited to show everyone and was going a little to fast. After missing a red light in distraction, he...crashed into a blue Cadillac. Now everyone thought he was coming to the studio fine. But as he was walking behind a building to comprehend what just happened something or someone happened to be following him. They came out that same blue Cadillac. A knife in hand.
They grabbed paul by the neck from behind. Covered his mouth and said. “Ob la di ob la da...life goes on. But not for you...BITCH!”
He was then stabbed repeatedly in the chest. Tears flowing down his eyes.
“Why,why,w-.”
He was stabbed in the heart before he could finish his sentence.
There he was dead. Dead before he can even drop to the ground. Oh i miss my paul. I know i shouldn’t send this letter because i know i will get no response. But i dream i will.
The man stood up tall after killing someone in cold blood. He took out a revolver and shot him in the head five times. How could he do that without flinching?.
He started looking around on Paul’s body. Trying to see any physical features that he’ll have to copy. He saw that his tooth was chipped. The man got out a rock and started hammering his tooth until it cracked.
He looked around for witnesses and then dragged Paul’s body into the forest.
He found a wet drippy spot in there. He liked this spot. It was a nice spot.
He dug up a hole with his bare hands and pushed paul in. Yes he was buried but not found
Sincerely miss you, john Lennon.
To, Cynthia Powell.
